A Quickie: working late. - Sex Stories

A Quickie: working late.

... hand down the top of her skirt under her panties. She parted her legs and let her fingers circle her clit. Immediate relief surged through her body. She moaned. “Are you touching yourself?’ he asked. “Yes.” “Take off your bra.” “But someone could come.” “Who? You’re alone. Go on. Do it.” Sara put the phone down again, reached around her back, undid the clip and pulled her bra away from her chest. As her tits swung free she felt unbelievably naked. If someone came in now she would be caught, there was no hiding. She looked at the door but of course there was no one there. She picked up the phone again. “I’ve taken my bra off,” she said. “Good,” he replied. Then she heard a, “oh God.” “Don’t come yet,” she told him. “I’m close,” he said. “Slow down,” she replied. “I’m so hard,” he said. “How hard,” she asked. She was playing with her nipple, delighting in it’s fleshy softness and the subtle pleasure it gave her. “Amazingly hard. I’m picturing you topless in that office.” “Bring yourself to the brink, but don’t come,” she commanded. “Okay,” he said. He slid her hand down the front of her skirt again as she listened to him jerking off. She was warm and moist. Her clit was hard beneath her finger. As she circled it with her forefinger the tingles pulsed down her legs. She was very horny. “Put the phone down to your cock,” she told him. “I want to hear you wanking. But don’t come.” “Sure,” he said. She listened, fingers running back and forth over her warm clit. She heard his ...

... hand stroking up and down his cock. He must have pre-comed because she could hear the slick sound of his foreskin rubbing back and forth over his slippery knob. She heard him moan. “Ahhhhh.” Then he stopped jerking. “I had to stop,” he said. “Good,” she replied. “Take it easy now, slow strokes, like it’s my hand, slowly stroking your cock.” She felt naughty saying the word, especially in her office. “Oh God, I have to come soon,” he pleaded. “Don’t,” she said. She didn’t want him to come, she wasn’t ready herself yet. “If you wait, I’ll take off everything.” “Yes, take it off.” Sarah put the phone on the table and stood up. She looked around. The office was empty. It didn’t feel right, but that’s what made it feel better. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. The sound of her skirt hitting the carpet was so loud. She slid down her panties and stepped out of them and put them on the table next to the phone. Still standing, she picked up the phone. “I’m naked,” she said. “Good,” he replied. She started to walk around the office, feeling amazingly exposed, like there were actually people here watching her. Her hand was constantly in her cunt now. Rubbing her clit, faster faster, sometimes slipping a finger in, imagining it’s his cock. “Are you still jerking,” she said. “Yes.” “Bring yourself to the brink, but don’t come.” “Oh shit, I’m almost did then,” he moaned. “Don’t come,” she said. “Ohhhhh,” he moaned. She could hear the creaking off his bed. He must be really ...